so the other day I had a dream every shop in town was selling something called “basket cheese.” At least I think it was a dream. It might have been real. Maybe I drank too much? I don’t think I did, but I only have that ephemeral, messy memory of something that’s part deja vu, part real memory. I can barely hold on to it. I can’t place the environment where I saw the signs, or the time, or who I was with. It just exists as a muddled concept buried somewhere far back in my mind. I mean, how can something like basket cheese be real? Basket cheese is clearly the invention of a confused mind, piecing together words that should have nothing to do with one another.

I remember (imagined?) asking out loud “What the hell is basket cheese?” No one answered.

Well

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one of my new years resolutions was to be less judgmental but sometimes when i browse the pittsburgh cragislist for furniture i am just like why

why

"Tax day, huh? Let’s go down to the post office and get all our kids their passports and send some international packages."

Actual douchebag in front of me
beatonna:

Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008.  It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there.  It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them.  A larger work gets talked about from time to time.  It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories.  Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.
-Kate

beatonna:

Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008.  It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there.  It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them.  A larger work gets talked about from time to time.  It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories.  Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans.  Thank you for taking the time to read it.

-Kate

 

makanidotdot:

HE’S GOT BEES

makanidotdot:

HE’S GOT BEES

suddenlywolf:

this is the greatest breaking bad video ever and it’s not even 10 seconds long

Will Graham at the end of season 2, probably
I forgot that my St Patrick’s day parade involved a giant portrait of JFK that absolutely no one questioned

I forgot that my St Patrick’s day parade involved a giant portrait of JFK that absolutely no one questioned

lana:

I’m finally reading Dune. I’m really enjoying it, but I spent the first few chapters confusing the word “melange” with “menarche.”

It was a much more interesting story before I realized my mistake.

I said this to my friend and his response was “I’m sorry … WHAT is flowing?”

this is a good joke you guys

this is a good dune joke.

dragonflemeth:

modern AU hawke twins going to the same college — carver pretending he doesn’t know bethany whenever he’s out with friends, but meeting her every week for breakfast on saturday morning, no matter what

modern AU hawke twins going to different colleges, bethany liking and commenting on all of carver’s facebook posts, carver not responding to any of her comments but sending her long, handwritten letters that she keeps safe in a drawer

modern AU hawke twins, bethany getting married and carver giving her away and trying not to cry

modern AU hawke twins, carver fostering puppies and bethany bringing her kids over to play with them every week on saturday morning, continuing their tradition, no matter what

funkeh:

From Tomorrow’s Harvest (2013).